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America, (G) 20 

A Soldier no More 9 

Babylon's Fallen, (G) ^. 31 

Battle Cry of Freedom 24 

Benny Havens, Oh ! (E) 4 

Bully for All, (G) »© 

Bummer Debonair 14 

Co-Ca-Che-Lunk, (E Flat) 11 

Columbia, tlip Gem of the Ocean, (E) . 21 

Companions, Fill the Flowing Bowl, (B Flat). 17 

Death of Ringgold 25 

Get out de Wilderness, (G) 28 

Glory, Hallelujah 22 

In the Louisiana Lowlands, (C) 32 

John Brown's Body, (C) 22, 

Kingdom Coming, (E Flat) 33 

Legion Drinking Song, (F Minor) 7 

Loyal Legionier, (F) 15 

Marching through Georgia, (A) 22 

Mary had a Little Lamb, (A Flat) 10 

Our Commander, (B Flat) . . 8 

Rally Round the Flag. (A Flat) 24 

Revelry of the Dying, (F) 26 

Star-Spangled Banner, (B Flat) 19 

Song of the Legion, (G) 3 

Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, (B Flat) 25 

Tenting on the Old Camp-ground, (A) 115 

We'll Never Get Drunk Any More, (G) 12 

When this Cruel War is Over, (B Flat) 34 

Why, Soldiel-V, Why ! 27 

Wolfe's Song.r!* 27 



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SONG OF THE LEGION. 

Composed for the New Y(n-k Commandery, Military Order, 
Loyal, Legion, United States. 

By General Jj mes McQuade. 



Air- " Laurigcr Hoirttius." 

{Key of G.) 

Brave companion?, tried and true, 

Noble Loyal Legion, 
Veterans who wore the blue, 

Noble Lojal Lef^ion; 
Men who drew the nation's swoid, 
Saved the flag from being lowered, 
Rally round this jovial board. 

Noble lioyal Legion. 

Quick their country's call to heed, 

Noble Loyal Legion, 
Faithful in the hour of need. 

Noble Loyal Legion, 
Glorious deeds of patriot band, 
Fighting for fair Freedom's land. 
Bright on history's page shall stand, 
Noble Loyal Legion. 

Laureled banners on the wall, 

Noble Loyal Legion, 
Tender memories recall, 

Noble Loyal Legion, 
Joys with sadness intertwine. 
Hearts through humid eyes outshine, 
Tears perfume the merry wine, 

Noble Loyal Legion. 

Year by year the ranks get thin, 

Noble Loyal Legion, 
Few recruits are taken in, 

Noble Loyal Legion. 
There's no place for traitor knave, 
Sordid churl or dastard slave- 
Vainly such admission crave. 

Noble Loval Legion. 



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While of this heroic host, 

Noble Loyal Legion, 

One is left to drink a toast, 

Noble Loyal Legion, 

He'll remember days of yore, 

Loved companions gone before, 

Mustered on the shining shore. 

Noble Loyal Legion. 

Fill your goblets to the brim, 

Noble Loyal Legion, 
Join in the Commandery hymn, 

Noble Loyal Legion; 
May the last Companion liere 
When he sees grim death draw near. 
Meet him with bold Legion cheer. 

Noble Loyal Legion. 



BENNY HAVENS, OH ! 

Elegiac verses composed for the Society of the Army of the 
Potomac, and revised for the Military Order, Loyal Legion. 

By General, James McQuade. 

Air—" Wcarinu uf tlie Green." 

{Kc]i of E.) 

Pour forth a full libation now 
' To Farragut the brave — 
The idol of the Navy and 

The ruler of the wave; 
He's gone aloft, lashed in his shroud, 

Where soon we all must go, 
He's Avaiting there to welcome us 

With Benny Havens, Oh ! 

Chorus. — With Benny Havens, Oh 1 
With Benny Havens, Oh ! 
He's waiting there to welcome us 
With Benny Havens, Oh ! 

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Beneath his daisy shelter-tent, 

In cahn repose Meade lies, 
The stars he wore so brilliantly 

Are ti'ansferred to the skies, 
Where in the Army of the Blest 

For evermore they glow 
Upon a private in the ranks 

With Benny Havens, Oh ! 

Ch07'us.— With Benny Havens, Oh ! etc., etc. 

We'll cherish in our memory green 

The gallant Sedgwick's name; 
He lay down in a mantle " 

Of imperishable fame, 
To waken when the Reveille 

Sliall summon friend and foe 
To everlasting brotherhood 

With Benny Havens, Oh ! 

Ch07'us. — With Benny Havens, Oh ! etc., etc. 

With wreath of immortelle, the grave 

Of Sumner's fitly crowned, 
As through the echoing halls of time 

His glories still resound; 
The page of truthful history 

Fresh honors will bestow; 
He'll, hand in hand, by Reynolds stand 

With Benny Havens, Oh ! 

C^ont6'. —With Benny Havens, Oh ! etc., etc. 

Upon the James, the Rapidan, 

And Rappahannock's shore, 
AVe lost heroic soldier friends, 

On earth to meet no more: 
But when the angel trumpet shall 

The last Assembly blow. 
W~e'll find them in the shining host 

AVith Benny Havens, Oh ! 

C7iorus.—V^ii\\ Benny Havens, Oh etc., etc. 

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Mid ghostly wails, the cypivss trails 

Dark plumes on Malvern's height, 
With plaintive thrill the whip-poor-will 

Pipes for a spectral flg-ht: 
See Morn advance, with radiant lance, 

And Chanticleer's bold crow, 
Back to the sky the shadows fly 

With Benny Havens, Oh ! 

Cho?nis.- -^Vith Benny Havens, Oh ! etc., etc. 

At Burnside's bier we drop a tear 

For soldiers sunk to rest, 
A knightly soul has reached its goal 

'Neath Hookers honored crest; 
In warlike lays we'll chant the praise 

Of trusty Fighting Joe, 
Until the day we serv^e for aye 

With Benny Havens, Oh I 

Chorus— With Benny Havens, Oh ! etc., etc. 



While gathered at the festive board, 

Will yet remembered be. 
The Army of the Cumberland 

And of the Tennessee; 
The broad Potomac with their flood 

Unites in loving flow; 
A mighty tide of comradeship 

With Benny Havens, Oh 1 

Chorus.— With Benny Havens, Oh ! etc., etc. 

The summer wind sighs softly through 

Atlanta's lovely vale, 
A fragrant hymn of requiem, 

McPherson to bewail; 
O'er Thomas, on Mount Ida's slope, 

Sweet roses incense throw; 
Deep in our hearts are both enshrined 

With Benny Havens, Oh ! 

Chorus.— With Benny Havens, Oh ! etc., etc. 

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Down under battle-mounds that fleck 

Fair fields with ghastly g-reen, 
The busy worm, on tireless loom, 

Weaves, in celestial sheen, 
From warp of blue and woof of grey, 

Robes white as driven snow; 
The uniform for Judgment Day 

Of Benny Havens, Oh ! 

Chorus.— Oi Benny Havens. Oh I etc., etc. 

When life's campaign is at an end, 

And we are mustered out, 
The Yankee cheer and Rebel yell 

Will mingle in one shout; 
We'll greet our late antagonists, 

And then no more shall know 
Nor Union nor Confederate, 

With Benny Havens, Oh ! 

Chorus.— With. Benny Havens, Oh! etc., etc. 

For our noble first commander. 

We crush a cup of wine. 
To sprinkle on the laurels bright 

That round his deeds entwine; 
To the well-beloved chieftain 

Let bumpers overflow , 
May he live long to sing the song 

Of Benny Havens, Oh ! 

Chorus.— Oi Benny Havens, Oh ! etc., etc. 



LEGION DRINKING SONG. 

AiH— " Cruiskccn Lawn," 
{Key, F Minor.) 

Lkt the lawyer praise his brief, 

And the doctor senna leaf, 
Let the parson con his sermon o'er, 

While we with cheerful glass, 

Toast each one his favorite lass. 
And drink her health in punch galore— lore— lore, 
And drink her health in punch galore. 



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The soldier's life for me, 

So happy, bright, and free, ^ 
None other holds such joys in store, 
W*;'I1 drink our fragrant punch galore. 

Recorder calls the roll. 

Then Commander calls a bowl 

Of steaming nectar rich brimming o'er, 
Companions may not pass 
Till they drain a cheerful glass 

To Commander Slocum, asthoi'e, asthore^ 

To Commander Slocum, asthore. 

The soldier's life for me, etc. 

With knapsack on the back, 

Full canteen and haversack, 
Our glee shall make the rafters roar, 

"With pipe and cheerful glass, 

We will send dull care to grass, 
And drown him out in puncli galore — lore — lore, 
And drown him out in punch galore. 

The soldier's life for me, etc. 

Retreat upon the drum 

Sounds the hour to part has come, 

The joyous festal flag liow we lower, 
With hearts clasped hand in hand, 
Circling Auld Lang Syne we stand, 

And (loch an clurris drink galore— lore — lore, 

The stirrip-cui3 of punch galore. 

A soldier's life for me, etc. 

J.OIES McQUADE. 

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OUR COMMANDER. 
To General W. S. Hancock, Actins; Commander-in-Chief. 

Air— "^iZccu Aroon.'^ 
{Key, B Flat.) 

The Loyal Legion assembles to-night. 
At the gay camp fire so cheery and bright. 

Taking up sword and gun. 

Fighting o'er battles won. 

Praising for brave deeds done. 

Our Commander. 



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His an unsullied fame, wrought in true mould, 
His an untarnished name, pure as tried gold, 

Stout heart when danger's nigh, 

Softened by sorrow's sigh — 

Raise we his standard high, 

Our Commander. 

While the spiced loving-cup passes around, 
Naught but sweet harmony here can be found, 
Hate finds no jjlace to stay, 
Discord we drive away, 
Friendship crowns with clear ray, 

Our Commander. 

Thus may we long endure, bound in firm clasp, 
Thus may Ave long secure brother's kind grasp, 

Long may his genial face 

Our liegion banquet grace, 

Long may he hold his place, 

Our Comman.^.er. 

James McQuade. 



A SOLDIER NO MORE. 

AiK—" Kathleen O'More." 

They tenderly lay him to rest 'neath the oak, 
And tearfully peace to his ashes invoke. 

The brave Union soldier, a dead private soldier, 

A soldier no more. 

When called by his country her flag to uphold, 
He soon 'mongst the first volunteers was enrolled. 

Tho brave Union soldier, a dead private soldier, 

A soldier no more. 

Still foremost in battle to do his devoir. 
True glory was ever his bright guiding star, 

The brave Union soldier, a dead private soldier, 

A soldier no more. 



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He fell, fts a freeman should fall, in the fight, 
Upholding the cause of Truth, Justice, and Right, 

The brave Union soldier, a dead private soldier, 

A soldier no more. 

Not proudly, emblazoned in scroll of high Fame, 
But graved on sad hearts is the dead soldier's name. 

The brave Union soldier, a dead private soldier, 

A soldier no more. 

Jaivies McQuadk. 



MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB. 

Air—" Rallu Roiuul the Flay." 

Mary had a little lamb, 
'Twas always on the go. 

Chorus — Shouting the battle cry of freedom; 
So she staked it on the grassy slope 
Along the Shenando'. 

Chorus — Shouting the battle cry of freedom. 

Full Chorus. 

Hurrah for Mary, hurrah for the lamb, 
Hurrah for the sojers who didn't care a (ahem!) 

For Ave'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once 
again, 
Shouting the battle cry of freedom. 

And frequently she turned it loose, 

Upon the bank to play. — Chorus. 
The sojers eyed it from the shore. 

In a kleptomaniac way. — Chorus. 

Full Chorus. 

"What makes the men love mutton so?" 

The Colonel he did cry. — Chorus. 
" 'Cause mutton makes the whiskers grow," 

The sojers did reply. — Chorus. 

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It swam across the Shenando' ; 

Our pickets saw it too ; — Chorus. 
And speedily it siiiiiiiered down 

Into a mutton stew. — Chorus. 

Full Cfioi'us. 

And Mary never more did see 

Her darling little lamb, — Chorus. 
For the boys in blue they '* chawed" it up, 

And didn^t care a . — Chorus. 

Full Chorus. 

H. C. King. 



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CO-CA-CHE-LTJNK. 
{Key of E Flat.) 

Tell me not in mournful numbers, 
Life is but an empty dream ; 

For the soul is dead that slumbers, * 
And things are not what they seem. 

Co-ca-che-lunk, che-lunk, che-laly, 
Co-cache-lunk, che-lunk, che-la ; 

Co-ca-che-lunk, che-lunk, che laly, 
Hi ! oh, chick-a-che-lunk, che-la ! 

Life is real, life is earnest, 
And the grave is not its goal ; 

Dust thou art, to dust returnest, 
AVas not spoken of the soul. 

Chorus. 

Art is long and time is fleeting. 
And our hearts, tho' stout and brave, 

Still like muffled drums are beating 
Funeral marches to the grave. 

Chorus. 



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Lives of great men all remind us, 

We may make our lives sublime ; 
And, departing, leave behind us 

Footprints on the sands of time. 

Choi'us. 

Footprints that perhaps another, 

Sailing- o'er life's solemn main, 
A forlorn and ship- wrecked brother, 

Seeing may take heart again. 

C%oi'Us. 

Let us then be up and doing, 

With a heart for any fate ; 
Still achieving, still pursuing, 

Learn to labor and to wait. 

Chorus. 



WE'LL NEVER GET DUUNK ANY MORE. 

{Key of G.) 

O Sheridan's oummers they went to the cupboard 

To forage for ham and pone, 
But Sherman's rag-mufflns had been there before 'em, 

So Sheridan's bummers got none. 

Chorus. 

Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle. 

The cow jumped over the moon. 
The little dog laughed to see such sport. 

And the dish ran away Avith the spoon, 
spoon, spoon, 
And the dish ran away with the 

Oh no ! we'll never get drunk any more 
(three times) 
Never get drunk, never get drunk 

Never get drunk any more. 

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There's cider and porter and brandy and water, 
And beer and ale sangaree, 

But for steady libations, the king of all rations- 
Is whiskey and water for me.- Chorus. 

O bolder and bolder grows the heart of a soldier 

Who lives on Congressional "tea," 
His heart is a stranger to hardship and danger, 

xVnd devil a farthing cares he.— Chorus. 

With his girl in his locket, not a "red " in his pocket, 

The sailor is careless and free, 
While he sails the world over he revels in clover 

If he has his Congressional " tea."— C/ion«'. 

H. C. King. 



TENTING ON THE OLD CAMP-GROUND. 

{Key of A.) 

We're tenting to-night on the old camp-ground, 

Many of our best are dead; 
Three years have passed in a wearying round 

Since the last good-bye was said . 

Chorus. 

Many are the hearts that are weary to-night, 
Wishing that the war would cease, 

Many are the hearts, now fighting for the 
right. 
That hope for the dawn of peace. 

Tenting to-night, tenting to-night, 
Tenting on the old camp-ground. 

We've been tenting to-night on the old camp- 
ground, 

Thinking of the days gone by, 
Of the brave ones dead and their dear ones crowned 

With a grief that will not die. — Chorus. 

We are tired of war on the old camp-ground, 

Weary of the ways that kill. 
Of the fatal shot and the cruel wound — 

The pickets are firing still ! —Chorus. 



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We've been fighting to-day on the old camp-ground. 

Many will fight no more— 
For the dead and dying on the old camp-ground 

The war at last is o'er. 

Chorus. 

Many are the hearts that are weary to-night, 
Wishing that the war would cease, 

Many are the hearts now looking for the light, 
To see the dawn of peace. 

Dying to-night, dying to-night. 
Dying on the old camp ground. 

Revised by M. T. McMahon. 



THE BUMMER DEBONAIR, 

Air—" Kafoozlcum." 

A Boston chap who volunteered 

To fight for fame in Virginee, 
Incontinently disappeared 

As soon as he drew big bountee. 
The man who fights and runs away, 

Will live, as I have heard it said, 
To fight again some other day, 

Unless he happens to be dead. 

CJiorus. 

Oh ! the Army Bum, the Army Bum, the Army Bum, 
Oh ! the Army Bum, the Army Bummer debonair. 

(Sf's.) 

Did I not dread to see a gun, 

A bold recruit, I'd list straightway, 
I'd carefully all danger shun, 

And with the lazy soldiers play; 
If cruel war should chance to come, 

I'd move adjournment without day, 
Oh then you'd see the Army Bum, 

Auricularly glide away. — Chorus. 

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Were I conscripted for the war, 

A substitute Vd hire to" stay; 
I'd run no risk of battle scar, 

And yet would serve in my own way. 
Inspired by patriotic zeal, 

I loyally would make it pay, 
Regardful of the country's Aveal, 

I'd volunteer — a Sutler gay. — Chorus. 

James McQuade, Jr, 



THE LOYAL LEGIONIER. 

[comic song.] 

Air—" Son of a Gambolier." 

Ho! soldiers, sailors, and marines, I sing a jolly blade, 
Who nobly fit into the Avar and never was dismayed, 
Who never was dismayed, brave boys, nor walked 

off on his ear, 
A gallant Union saver was, the Loyal Legionier. 

Chorus— The loyal— loyal — loyal — loyal— Loyal 

Legionier, 
The loyal— loyal — loyal — loyal — Loyal 

Legionier, 
He takes a drink — when he is asked — 
Of whisky, wine, or beer, 
A gay and festive "sojer'' is the 

Loyal Legionier. 

When this cruel war was over he laid down his 

canteen, 
And soon upon Fifth Avenue was daily to be seen, 
Arrayed in Devlin's stunning suits, he gaily did 

appear. 
And "mashed" the girls both left and right, this 

Loyal Legionier. — Chorus. 

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He drives a dog-cart in the Park, he borrows from a 

friend — 
Though always on the borrow, he nothing has to 

lend — 
And when the ladies see him pass, they cry out, What 

a dear ! 
Quite fond of admiration is, the Loyal Legionier. — 

Chorus. 

He is deep in Fred De Bary's books, and Park & 
Tilford^s too; 

He eats soft clams at Parker's ranche, at Dorlon's 
takes a stew; 

His checks are in the Gilsey till, his notes are far 
and near; 

He pays like Ancient Pistol, does the Loyal Legion- 
ier. — Chorus. 

So piously he goes to church, and always enters late — 

He slides in after the Deacon has passed around the 
plate; 

A pilgrim at the Brunswick shrine, he seeks the cafe 
rear. 

To ' ' find a man " to worship wuth the Loyal Legio- 
nier. — Chorus. 



Republican of Stalwart type, yet stanch Half- 

Breed likevvise ; 
He stands up for old Tammany, with Irving Hall he 

lies; 
The County Democratic bark he stoutly aids to 

steer — 
No hide-bound partisan is he, the Loyal Legionier. — 

Chorus 



His corns are cut by Madame Pray, his fingers mani- 
cured, 

His cheeks berouged are every day — thus is a blush 
secured; 

His teeth are false, his luoustache dyed, he squints 
with cunning leer— 

His win: is jute, his scarf-pin "snide," this Loyal 
Legionier. — Chorus. 



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He takes a flyer in the street, and when he wins he 

pays, 
If he happens to be short, he'll '• settle one of these 

days," 
Should brokers for more margin call, he scorns the 

cry to hear. 
He's one of the boys who fears no noise, this Loyal 

Legion ier. — Chorus. 

At length, when all his cash is gone, and credit near 

run out, 
He joins the Prohibitionists, to rant and tear and 

shout; 
He sings with Sankey, and with Moody reads his 

title clear, 
To Murphyize and sell wind pies, this Loyal Legionier. 

— Chorus. 

When all his plants have run to seed, and cheek is 

found no go, 
He seeks a situation with great Barnum's moral 

show; 
Or deep in Colorado's mines he ends his bright 

career. 
Then all at last with him is ore, the Loyal Legionier. 

— Chortts. 

jAMEr. MCQUADE, Ju. 



COMPANIONS, FILL A FLOWING BOWL. 

Air— '• C"o.7)c, Landlord, FUl Tour Fknviv.ij Bold." 

Companions, fill a flowing bowl 

Lentil it doth run over. 
Companions, fill a flowing bov.l 
Until- it doth run over ! 

For to-night Ave'll merry be, 
For to-night we'll merry be, 
For to-night we'll merry, merry be. 
And to-morrow we'll get sober. 

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We driiik the Union of the States; 

Oh, may it ne'er dissever ! 
We drink the Union of the States; 
Oh, may it ne'er dissever ! 
Drink it with hip, hip, hurrah ! 
Drink it with hip, hip, hurrah! 
Drink it with hip, hip, hurrah ! 
The Union firm forever. 



We drink to all, who, sword in hand. 

Maintained the nation's ylory. 
We drink to all, who, sword in hand, 
Maintained the nation's glory. 
For all time their great renown, 
For all time their great renown, 
For all time their great renow^n, 
Will live in song and story. 



We drink to our fair ladies' eyes 

Which beam with glances tender, 
We drink to our fair ladies' eyes 
Which beam with glances tender, 
In the cup we prison them. 
In the cup w^e prison them, 
In the cup we prison them. 
Then captive ourselves render. 

We drink the memory of brave souls 

Who've left the ranks before us, 
We drink the memory of brave souls 
Who've left the ranks before us, 
Answering to our hearts' roll-call, 
Answering to our hearts' roll-call. 
Answering to our hearts' roll-call, 
Their spirits hover o'er us. 

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STAR-SPANGLED BAISTNER. 

[ Key of B Flat.] 

O! SAY can you see by the dawn's early light 
What so proudly we liailed at the twilight's last 
gleaming, 
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the 
perilous fight, 
O'er the ramparts we watch'd Avere so gallantly 
streaming; 
x\nd the rocket's red glare, and the bombs bursting 

in air, 
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still 
there; 
O, say, does the star-spangled banner yet wave 
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? 

On the shore dimly seen through the mist of the 
deep, 

Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence 
reposes, 
What is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep, 

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses ? 
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, 
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream; 

'Tis the star-spangled banner! O, long may it wave 

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 

And where is that band Avho so vauntingly swore 

That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, 
A home and a country should leave us no more? 
Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's 
i pollution. 

No refuge could save the hireling and slave 
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave, 
i And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave 

j O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 

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O, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand 
Between their loved home and the war's desolation, 

Blessed with victory and peace, may the Heaven- 
rescued land 
Praise the power that hath made and preserved us 
a nation. 

Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, 

And this be our motto — " In God is our trust! " 
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave 
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 



AMERICA. 

Air—" God Save the Queen.' 

My country, 'tis of thee, 
Sweet land of liberty, 

Of thee I sing, 
Land where our fathers' died, 
Land of the pilgrim's pride, 
From every mountain side. 

Let freedom ring. 

My native country, thee— 
Land of the noble free, 

Thy name I love. 
I love thy rocks and rills, 
Thy woods and templed hills. 
My heart Avitli rapture thrills, 

Like that above. 

Our fathers' GTod, to thee. 
Author of Liberty, 

To thee we sing. 
Long may our land be bright 
With freedom's holy light. 
Protect us by thy might. 

Great God our king. 

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COLU3IBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAK 

Live;/ 0/ D.] 

Oh, Columbia, the gem of the ocean, 

The home of the brave antl the free, 
The shrine of each patriot's devotion ' 

A world offers homage to thee; ' 
Thy mandates make heroes assemble. 

When liberty's form stands in view, 
Thy banner makes tyranny tremble, 

When borne by the Red, White, and Blue. 

When borne by the Red, White, and Blue, 
When borne by the Red. White, and Blue, 
Thy banner makes tyranny tremble, 
When borne by the Red, White, and Blue. 

When war waged its wide desolation, 

And threatened our land to deform, 
The ark then of freedom's foundation, 

Columbia rode safe through the storm. 
With the garland of victory o'er her. 

When so proudly she bore her bold crew. 
With her flag floating proudly before her, 

The boast of the Red, White, and Blue. 

The boast of the, etc. 

The wine cup, the wine cup bring hither, 

And fill your cup to the brim. 
May the wreath they have worn never wither, 

Nor the star of their glory grow dim. 
May the services united ne'er sever. 

And hold to their colors so true, 
The Army and Navy for ever— 

Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue, 

Three cheers for the, etc. 



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GLORY HALLELUJAH ! 

IKcy of C] 

JoH2f Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave, 
Jqlin Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave, 
John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave, 
His soul is marching on! 

Chorus. 

Glory ! Glory Hallelujah ! 
Glory ! Glory Hallelujah I 
Glory ! Glory Hallelujah ! 
His soul is marching on. 

He's gonf to be a soldier in the army of the Lord ! 
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord ! 
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord ! 
His soul is marching on ! — Chorus. 

John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back. 
His soui is marching on.— Chorus. 

His pet lambs will meet him on the Avay, 

And they'll go marching on. — Chorus. 

They'll hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple tree, 

As they go marching on. — Chorus. 

Now for the Union let's give three rousing cheers, 
As we go marching on. 

Hip, hip, hip, hip, Hurrah ! 



MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA. 

{Key of A.l 

Bring the good old bugle, boys ! we'll sing another 

song — 
Sing it with a spirit that Avill start the world along — 
Sing it as we used to sing it fifty thousand strong. 
While we were marching through Georgia. 



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Chorus. 

" Hurrah ! Hurrah ! we bring the jubilee ! 
Hurrah ! Hurrah ! the flag that makes 

you free !*' 
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to 

the sea, 
While we were marching through 

Georgia. 



How the darkies shouted when they heard the joy- 
ful sound ! 

How the turkeys gobbled which oar commissary 
found ! 

How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground, 
While we Avere marching through Georgia. — 

Chorus. 



Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joy- 
ful tears, 

When they saw the honored flag they had not seen 
for years ; 

Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth 
in cheers, 

While we were marching through Georgia. — 

Chorus. 



"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach 
i the coast ! " 

j So the saucy rebels said— and 'twas a handsome boast, 
! Had they not forgot, alas ! to reckon on a host, 
j While we were marching through Georgia. — 

Chorus. 

So we made a thoroughfare for Freedom and her 

train , 
Sixty miles in latitude — three hundred to the main ; 
Treason lied before us, for resistance was in vain, 
I While we were marching through Georgia.— 

! • Chorus 

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THE BATTLE CRY OF FREEDOM. 

{Kryiif A Flat.) 

Yes, we'll rally round the flag boys, we'll rally once 
again . 
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom, 
We will rally from the hill-side, we'll gather from 
the plain. 
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. 

Chorus. 

The Union forever. Hurrah ! boys, Hurrah ; 

Down with the traitor, up with the star, 
AVhile we rally round the flag, boys, rally 
once again, 

Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. 



We are springing to the call of our brothers gone 
before, 
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom, 
And we'll All the vacant ranks with a million free 
men more, 
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. — Chorus. 



We will Avelcome to our numbers the loyal, true, and 
brave. 
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom, 
And altho' they may be iDoor, not a man shall be a 
slave, 
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. — Chorus. 



So we're springing to the call from the East and 
from the West, 
Shouting the battle cry of freedom. 
And we'll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love 
the best. 
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. — r/^o;'?^^. 



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TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP 

(Key of B Flat.) 

Ix the prison cell I sit, 

Thinking, mother dear, of you, 
And our bright fftid happy home so faraway, 

And the tears they fill my eyes. 
Spite of all that I can do, 

Tho' I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. 

Chorals. 

Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching, 
Oh, cheer up, comrades, they Avill come. 

And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe 
tlie air again, 
Of freedom in our own beloved home . 

In the battle front we stood 

When the fiercest charge they made, 
And they swept us off a hundred men or more, 

But before we reached their lines 
They were beaten back dismayed. 

And we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er. — 
Chorus. 

So within the prison cell 

We are waiting for the day 
That shall come to open wide the iron door, 

And the hollow eye grows bright, 
And the poor heart almost gay. 

As we think of seeing friends and home once 
more. — Chorus. 



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DEATH OF RINGGOLD. 
Mexico, 1847. 

Oh, heard ye that shout : we have conquered the foe ! 
How it rings and re-echoes o'er mountain and plain, 

But alas ! Avith it mingles the sad note of woe — 
A hero has perished,. brave Ringgold is slain, 
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They've laid liiiu to rest on a far distant shore 
Where liio del JSorte in majesty flows, 

While millions of freemen his loss will deplore, 
And weep o'er the spot where his ashes repose, 
And weep o'er the spot where his ashes repose. 

When 'round them like hail the death storm shall 
rattle, 
And war clouds in darkness envelop the plain, 

His voice will be heard o'er din of the battle, 
Till victory perch on our banners again, 
Till victory perch on our banners again. 



REVELRY OF THE DYING. I 

j 
~ XiR—'' Aiomj until Melanchohj." j 

Composed by a British officor in India, at a time when the 
plag-ue Avas hcnirly sweei)ing' olf his companions. He did not 
long- survive his remarkable production. 

(Kcu of F.) I 

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We meet 'neath the sounding rafter, [ 

And the walls around are bare, I 

As they shout to our peals of laughter, '• 

It seems that the dead are there; • . 

Bat stand to your glasses, steady ! 

We drink to our comrades' eyes, 
Quaff acuptothe dead already. 

And hurrah for the next that dies. 

Not a sigh for the lot that darkles. 

Not a tear for the friends that sink; 
We'll fall midst the wine-cup's sparkles, 

As mute as the wine we drink. 
So stand to your glasses steady ! 

'Tis this that respite buys, 
One cup to the dead already, 

Hurrah for the next that dies ! 

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There's a mist on the glass congeahng, 

'Tis the hurricane's liery breath; 
And thus does the warmth of feehng 

Turn ice in the grasp of death ! 
Ho ! stand to your glasses, steady ! 

For a moment the vapor flies; 
A cup to the dead already, 

Hurrah for the next that dies ! 

Who dreads to the dust returning v 

Who shrinks from the sable shore, 
Where the high and haughty yearning 

Of the soul shall sting no more ! 
Ho I stand to your glasses, steady ! 

This world is a world of lies; 
A cup to the dead already, 

Hurrah for the next that dies ! 

Cut off from the land that bore us, 

Betrayed by the land we find, 
Where the brightest have gone before us, 

And the dullest remain behind; 
Stand ! stand to your glasses steadv ! 

'Tis all we have left to prize; 
A cup to the dead alreadv, 

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WOLFE'S SONG. 
Quebec, a.d. 1759. 

Why stands the glass around ? 

Be sure ye take no heed, my boys ! 
AVhy stands the glass around ? 

Let mirth and wine abound. 
At the trumpet's sound, 

The colors, they are flying, boys, 
To fight, kill, and wound; 

Yet may we be found ) 

Content with our hard lot, my boys, y Bis 

On the cold ground. \ 



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Why, soldiers, why, 

Should we be melancholy, boys ? 
Why, soldiers, why. 

Whose trade it is — to die ? 
What ! sighing ? Pie ! for shame ! damn fear ! 

Drink on my boys ! 
It's he, you, or I. 

Cold, hot, wet, or dry; ) 

We're always bound to follow, boys, >• Bis. 

And scorn to fly. ) 

'Tis but in vain — 

I mean not to upbraid ye, boys — 
'Tis but in vain 

For soldiers to complain. 
And should this campaign 

Send us to Him who made us, boys— 
We're free from pain ; 

But should we remain, ) 

A bottle and kind, fair lady >■ Bis. 

Cures all again. ) 



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DOWN IN ALABAM; OR "AIN'T I GLAD I GOT 
OUT DE WILDERNESS." 

{Kcij of G.) 

Ah! ah! ah! ah! my oldmassahe'sgotthedropser, um, 

He's got the dropser, um. 

He's got the dropser, um. 
He am sure to die, kase he's got no doctor, um, 

Down in Alabam. 

Chorus. 

Ain't I glad I got out de wilderness. 

Got out de wilderness. 

Got out de wilderness. 
Ain't I glad I got out de wilderness, 

Down in Alabam ! 

Old blind horse come from Jerusalem, 

Come from Jerusalem, 

Come from Jerusalem; 
He kicks so high dey put liim in de museum, 

Down in Alabam. 



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Chorus. 

Ain't I gla/'i I got out de wilderness, 

Got out de wilderness, 

Got out de wilderness. 
Ain't I glad I got out de wilderness, 

Down in Alabani! 

Dis am a holiday, wehab assembled, urn, 

We hab assem-bled, um, 

We hab assembled, um, 
To dance and to sing for the ladies and gembleum, 

Down in Alabam. 

Chorus. 
Ain't I glad I got out de wilderness. 

Got out de wilderness, 

Got out de wilderness. 
Ain't I glad I got out de wilderness, 

Down in Alabam! 

Far-you-well to de wild goose nation. 

Wild goose nation. 

Wild goose nation. 
I neber will leab de old plantation, 

Down in Alauam. — Chorus. 



BULLY FOR ALL. 

{Kai of G.) 

To sing a bully song I'll try, 

'Bully for you, bully for you ! 
Gay as they make them, here am I, 

Bully for you, for you ! 
You'll hear these words from every tongue, 

Bully for you, bully for you ! 
Little and big, and old and young. 

Bully for all, for all ! 

Chorus. 

Hurrah for the hero, the theme of our song, 

Bully for all. bully for all ! 
Join in the chorus and help it along, 

Bully for all, for all ! 

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Secession now is all the tallv, 

Bully for you, bully for you ! 
New York seceded froiu New York, 

Bully for her, for her I 
Jersey, too, is going to slide, 

Bully- for her, bully for her ! 
Guess sheUl go the next high tide, 

Bully for her, for her ! — Clioriis. 

My gal seceded toother night, 

Bully for her, bully for her ! 
She said I did not suit her quite, 

Bully for her, for her ! 
Says I. repent you must ere long, 

Bully for you, bully for you ! 
' Cause [ for Union go it strong. 

Bully for you, for you ! — Chorus. 

There's gallant Major Anderson, 

Bully for him, bully for him ! 
His deei's are praised by every one. 

Bully for him, for liim ! 
He played the Charleston folks a game, 

Bully for him, bully for him ! 
If I'd been there I'd done the same. 

Bully for you, for you ! — Chorus. 

He crossed the harbor 'neath their guns, 

Bully for him. bully for him I 
And swears hell die before he runs, 

Bully for him, for him I 
On Sumpter Fort with willing hand, 

Bully for him, bully for him ! 
Ready to'fight he nobly stands. 

Bully for him, for him ! — Chorus. 

The Union we are bound to save, 

Bully for us, bully for us I 
Triumphant too, our flag shall wave, 

Bully for that, for that ! 
Secession talk must soon play out, 

J^ully for that, bully for that ! 
Then for our Union let us shout, 

Bully for all, for all \— Chorus. 

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BABYLOX IS FALLEN. 

{Keu of G.) 

Don't you see de black clouds 

Rising ober yonder, 
Whar de niassa's ole plantation am ? 

Neber you be frightened: 

Deui is only darkies, 
Come to jine and fight for Uncle Sam. 

Chorus. 

Look out dar, now ! 

We's agwine to shoot ! 
Look out dar — don't you understand ? . 

Babylon is fallen ! Babylon is fallen ! 
And we's a gwine to occupy de land. 

Don't you see de lightnin' 

Flashin' in de cane-brake, 
Like as if we gwine to hab a storm ? 

No; you is mistaken, 

'Tis de darkies' bayonets. 
An' de buttons on dar uniform. 

Chorus. — Look out dar, etc. 

Way up in de cornfield, 

Whar you hear de tunder, 
Dat is our old forty-pounder gun; 

When de shells are missin'; 

Den we load wid pumkins. 
All de same to make de rebels run. 

Chorus. — Look out dar, etc. 

Massa was de Kernel 

In de rebel army, 
Ebber since he went an' run away; 

But his lubly darkies, 

Dey has been a watch in', 
And dey take him pris'ner tudder day. 

Chorus. — Look out dar, ore. 

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We ^vill be de massa, 

He Avill be de servant — 
Try him how he Ukes it for a spell; 

So Ave crack de butt'nuts, 

So we take de kernel, 
So de cannon carry back de shell. 

Chorus. — Look out dar, etc. 



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IN THE LOUISIANA LOWLANDS. 

(Key of C.) 

Way down in Louisiana, not many years ago, 
There Jived a color'd gemblum, his name was Pompy 

Snow, 
He played upon the banjo and on de tamborine. 
And for rattling of de bones he was de greatest eber 

seen 
In the Louisiana lowlands, lowlands, lowlands, 
In the Louisiana loAvlands low. 

Chorus. 

In the Louisiana lowlands, lowlands, lowlands, 
In the Louisiana lowlands low. 

One night old Pompy started off to play for Ceasar 

Clum, 
But afore he went he fortified, with a good, stout 

glass of Tum; 
When on the road he thought he saw a darkey tall 

and grim. 
So Pompy laid the banjo down to break de darkey's 

shin. 
In the Louisiana lowlands, etc. 

Chorus. — In the Louisiana lowlands, etc. 

Says he, "Old chap, just move along, or else I'll spoil 
your face;" 

But dis darkey didn't seem to move from out his hid- 
ing place, 



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So drawing back, he crooked his head and down at 

him cachunk, 
But Ponipy made a sad mistake, for 'twas nothing 

bat a stump. 

Chorus. — In the Louisiana lowlands, etc. 

The stump it proved a little hard, too hard for 

Pompy's wool, 
For when he struck, the hickory knot Avent through 

the darkey's skull; 
They found his banjo by his side, and Pompy lying 

dead. 

SPOKEN— Andy ladies and (jcntlemcn, this is the first timcupon 
record that it was ever known of a darkey ever coming to his 
death— 

By de breaking of his head. 

Chorus. — And dey buried him in de lowlands, low- 
lands, lowlands, 
Den thev buried him in de lowlands low. 



KINGDOM COMING. 

{Key of E Flat.) 

Sat, darkies, hab you seen old massa, 

Wid de muffstash on his face, 
Go long de road some time dis mornin'. 

Like he gwine to leab de place ? 
He seen asmoke, way up de ribber, 

Whar de Linkum gumboats lay ; 
He took his hat, an' lef berry sudden, 

An' I spec he's run away ! 

CJiorus. 

De massa run? ha, ha ! 

De darkey stay ? ho, ho ! 
It mus' be now de kingdom comin', 

An' de year ob Jubilo ! 
It mus' be now de kingdom comin', 

An' de year of Jubilo ! 

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He six foot one way, four foot tudiler, 

An' he weigh tree hundred pound. 
His coat bo hig, he couldn'i pay de tailor, 

An' it won't go half way round. 
He drill so much dey call him Cap'n, 

An' he get so drefful tannVl, 
I spec he try an' fool dem Yankees 

For to tink he's contraband. — Chorus. 

De darkies feel so lonesome libbing 

In de log house on de lawn, 
Dey move dar tings to massa's parlor 

For to keep it while he's gone; 
Dar's wine an' cider in de kitchen, 

An' de darkies dey'U hab some ; 
I spose dey'll all be cornfiscated, 

When de Linkum sojers come. — Chorus. 

De oberseerhe make us trouble, 

An he dribe us round a spell ; 
We lock him up in de smoke house cellar, 

AVid de key trown down de Avell. 
De whip is lost, de han'cuff Ijioken, 

But de massa '11 hab his pay ; 
He's old enough, big enough, ought to know 
better, 

Dan to went an' run awav. — Chorus. 



WHEN THIS CRUEL WAR IS OVER. 

Popvlar Sonu (lurintj the War fi>r tlie Union. 
(Key, B Flat.) 

Dearest love, do you remember, 

When Ave last did meet, 
How you told me that you loved me, 

Kneeling at my feet ? 
Oh ! how proud you stood before me 

In your suit of blue. 
When you vowed to me and country 

Ever to be true ! 

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Chorus. 



Weeping sad and lonely, 
Hopes and fears, how vain ! 

Yet praying, 

When this CTuel war is over, 
Praying that we meet again ! 



When the summer breeze is sighing 

Mournfully along; 
Or when autumn leaves are falling, 

Sadly breathes the song. 
Oft in dreams I see thee lying 

On the battle plain, i 

Lonely, wounded, even dying, 

Calling but in vain. 

Chorus. — Weeping, etc. 



If amid the din of battle 

Nobly you should fall, 
Far away from those who love you, 

None to hear you call — 
Who would whisper words of comfort ? 

AVho would soothe your pain ? 
Ah ! the many cruel fancies 

Ever ii> my brain. 

Chorus. — Weeping, etc. 



But our country called you, darling — 

Angels cheer your w^ay; 
W^hile our nation's sons are fighting. 

We can only pray. 
Nobly strike for God and liberty, 

Let all nations see 
How we love the starry banner. 

Emblem of the free. 

Chorus. — Weeping, etc. 

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